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Monday Mourning

The room was cold

No traces of warmth

Awake in my bed

I shivered.

There was no night

Only Time so bold

Passing observed and

With vengeance.

There was no fire

Of whispered love

Heat from routine vows

To sooth me.

Only the frost

Of hollow words, filled

With the worst poison

Apathy.

There is no sun

Strong enough to melt

Your ice in my heart

Back to sleep.

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martha-jordan

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Published: Mar 25, 2013
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